My Daughters Are Regressors

༺ All Thieves Are Bad People! (1) ༻

Midnight, 12 am.

To be exact, it was 23 minutes after 12.

In this dark and ambiguous time of night, someone slid open the window to my study.

Creeeeak—

Tak—

I closed the thick cover of the book I was reading and rubbed my eyes, then addressed the visitor.

“There’s an entrance on the first floor. Why are you climbing through the second-story windows?”

“Judas, you of all people are saying that?”